Satish Verma, 7 july 2019
A hate apart, living in embraces,
one night― you find the
bridge collapsed― in the
forest of skins.
In exasperation― I watch
the face of the adultery. I
will know― I am going too fast
for the hypocrisy.
Why you were becoming too
cozy to the silence of the necks.
The little feet are not―
able to run for the morning star.
Shutting the lamps. No moths
will descend on the books― no
bleeding of the verse, so
you can become empty of arithmetic.
Satish Verma, 6 july 2019
Living,
in the wounds,
like a gas dragged into
the black hole.
Bedeviling the light.
There are no winners in this war.
Corona will not sit
on any head.
There was ambivalence
in the robust thrust.
The hard x-rays will
burn the thoughts.
Do not go on chasing the
grazed genre. The style
will bring back the questions
which had no answers.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2019
Under surveillance, the vegetable―
lives on ventilator.
All doors were shut― for the
dark― to remain inside.
The spastic breathing with―
rising chest, delivers the
nuances of death. Are you
sure― it was easier to live?
Asking the destiny to wait―
at the door. You can write
your own epitaph―
on the dust― for posterity.
I am coming home to collect―
your letters― you were
writing to me daily― but
never dared to post.
Jonathan Davidoff Behavio, 4 july 2019
Darkness in my eyes made me blind,
I`m blinking slower and slower,
I`m not telling what to do.
In the corner of this room I can feel myself.
Satish Verma, 4 july 2019
Do you need a divine witness―
if I abdicate a claim
on you, saluting the dark?
Drawing the ire of a void,
the violence becomes visible―
when earth starts dying.
The completeness― will give
you a rude welcome― after
you were landuishing in wait.
An intern surrogacy―
defies the sexual assault of the
gimmick. Why did not you
swear in the moon?
In jitters. I start―
making circles again― and again.
Will I remember―
who am I?
Satish Verma, 3 july 2019
Like a starfish― you are
not a star, always opening
the shells― with your tube fest
to find the pearls.
Predator― you will attack
in a crowd― when it is dark―
coming out of your skin.
Flesk for flesh. It was your dynasty.
I cannot reconcile. I cannot
play the game of chess―
and checkmate the opponent.
Will wait for a nemesis.
Unorthodox. The nature
reveals its move― in the galaxies.
The earth is in―
mid-life crisis.
Satish Verma, 30 june 2019
Tell me,
how would you die
when the call comes?
A hollow skin―
with no viscera― underneath.
Will you cry―
while breaking away from the earth―
carrying your own urn?
Elysian vision―
was not very clear
and Styx was full of bodies.
There was no space left
to celebrate the liberation.
A parchment paper
with your fading name printed;
after the petition of right
to exist, undying
in deeds.
steve, 29 june 2019
I never want to hear your name.. it reminds me of what we had...
And I don't want to feel that pain.. for nothing hurts so bad,
I have to pick up the pieces.. and just keep on moving on...
And "don't look back".. no matter what.. for what we had is gone,
I cannot hear the words you say.. it's just a convient lie...
A way to break my heart again.. as you promise to "really try",
I cannot see your beauty.. real beautys from within...
I've seen what lives inside you.. and I can't go there again,
I don't know how I loved you.. or why I love you still...
Or where the strength to leave you comes... I only know I will,
So save your words.. speak not of love.. and I'll be on my way...
As the dawns begun to light the sky.. and begin a brand new day.
sg
steve, 29 june 2019
As I lie here and watch you sleeping.. I can't help but crack a smile...
I feel the peace upon your face.. knowing all the while,
This is where I want to be.. with you always by my side...
Because your the reason I carry on.. my purpose and my pride,
They say that life's a circle.. but mines an uphill shot...
With winding roads.. and pain untold.. and battles yet un-fought,
If your love is my reward.. for the scars that I have earned...
Then I can walk through any fire.. and I cannot be burned,
You are my light.. you are my strength.. your a gift from "God" above...
And if ever there was a "ment to be".. you are my "one true love".
sg
Satish Verma, 29 june 2019
First listen to your heart.
No poetry will walk tonight―
without fear.
Sometimes you will find―
words will not descend/to heal
your ache of unslept poems. Hovering/
like the obsessive hawks.
The migratory, adjutant/
storks, had not come to roost
on the tall tree―
naked as they are.
Democracy always/sends
erotica/to take off your mind
from the trivial subjects.
Fireworks resume the celebrations
for the fugitive/who returned
home after drinking absinthe.
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